Page 52 of Brutal Heir

“You’re not the only man in my life,” I told him brazenly.

The moment the lie left my mouth, I knew I’d made it worse. I might as well have waved a red flag under a raging bull’s nose.

His upper lip rose in a snarl. “Really? Then there is no reason for me to be gentle with you.”

This was gentle?

He forced a third finger inside of me.

My thigh muscles tightened as I reached down to claw at his wrist. “Wait. No.”

His long fingers burned inside of me while my body struggled to stretch around the width.

The pad of his thumb brushed my clit as he violently thrust his fingers inside of me.

He leaned over me to capture one nipple between his teeth while pulling harder on my hair.

My eyes widened when I realized his intent. “No!”

He bit down.

I cried out even as my pussy clenched painfully around his fingers in a tortured mixture of pleasure and pain.

He continued to pound into me with his fingers, bruising my pussy.

Every nerve ending in my body had come alive. I swore I could feel each individual drop of water against my skin.

Once more pushed beyond my limits, I came again.

“Please! Please…” So lost inside my body’s reaction, I didn’t know if I was pleading with him to stop or to continue.

He licked my sore nipple. “That’s what I wanted to hear. You’re so pretty when you beg.”

So much adrenaline pumped through my veins that it was almost as if I were tasting color and seeing scents. I no longer had any sense of self.

He grabbed my jaw and slowly ran his tongue over my open lips. “Now get on your fucking knees.”

My eyes teared as my lower lip trembled. I searched his face for just a shred of tenderness. There was none.

In a panic, I tried to jerk out of his grasp, but he only tightened his clasp on my hair.

“Now, Sabrina.”

Under his sadistic spell, I slowly fell to my knees onto the wet marble tile. Water streamed down my back as I lowered my head.

This was the moment I stopped pretending I had any control.

And stopped pretending I wanted it back.

His knuckles caressed my cheek. “Use your teeth to lower my zipper.”

I ran my lips along the fabric outline of his cock and stretched my tongue out to hook the pull tab.

Sebastian rolled his head back and groaned.

Despite my submissive position, I experienced a strange surge of power.

The tang of the metal tab tickled my tongue when I closed my teeth over it and moved my head down, lowering his zipper.